Andrew (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} kirkishly) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} resurrectio_rpg,@ 2009-04-11 00:24:00 |
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Who: Kayla Bundy and Andrew Kirke
What: Prefects Rounds Gone Awry
Where: Outside Ravenclaw's tower
When: Friday evening
Status: In-complete
Rating: Probably around a PG for attitude!
It was the last round of prefect patrol of the evening, and Andrew found himself on duty. Well, more so, he made himself on duty. When coming up with the schedule, he'd worked himself into as many late night shifts as he could. For someone who hated sleeping, getting to be prowling the castle as absolutely late at night as he physically could was a perfect remedy. It was either that or stalking the common room hoping something wonderful to do would just magically appear. He was rarely that lucky.
He was attempting to look put together, though, as he made his way down the hall leading to the Ravenclaw tower. Never mind that he was bursting with excess energy, he was Head Boy. Bloody Head Boy. He couldn't go acting like a bouncy third year now. But the kid running down the hall, panting and out of breath, looked like he could be a bouncy third year. "Whoa, whoa," Andrew warned, holding out a hand. "Where are you going? It's after curf--"
"I know!" the boy blurted desperately. "I was in the library! Madam Pince wasn't going to let me out with my book! I had to beg and plead really really hard and I'm on my way back up, I swear I am..."
The boy reminded Andrew so much of himself that Andrew had to smile. "Well. Go on up. But next time, leave earlier. You know you have to fight with Pince, may as well get a head start."
Eyes nearly bugging out of his head, the boy stared. "Really? No detentions or points or nothing?"
"Anything," Andrew corrected, amused at his grammar correction considering, well, it was him after all. "We all make mistakes, go on then. But I'm watching you go up those stairs so don't try and detour." There. That sounded tough and mean and definitely like he meant business.
After stuttering a billion thank yous and apologies, the boy rushed up the stairs, and Andrew leaned against the stone wall and watched him take the stairs two at a time. He definitely had been telling the truth about where he was going. He even had a library book in hand, so he had probably been telling the truth about where he'd been. Perfect.
What: Prefects Rounds Gone Awry
Where: Outside Ravenclaw's tower
When: Friday evening
Status: In-complete
Rating: Probably around a PG for attitude!
It was the last round of prefect patrol of the evening, and Andrew found himself on duty. Well, more so, he made himself on duty. When coming up with the schedule, he'd worked himself into as many late night shifts as he could. For someone who hated sleeping, getting to be prowling the castle as absolutely late at night as he physically could was a perfect remedy. It was either that or stalking the common room hoping something wonderful to do would just magically appear. He was rarely that lucky.
He was attempting to look put together, though, as he made his way down the hall leading to the Ravenclaw tower. Never mind that he was bursting with excess energy, he was Head Boy. Bloody Head Boy. He couldn't go acting like a bouncy third year now. But the kid running down the hall, panting and out of breath, looked like he could be a bouncy third year. "Whoa, whoa," Andrew warned, holding out a hand. "Where are you going? It's after curf--"
"I know!" the boy blurted desperately. "I was in the library! Madam Pince wasn't going to let me out with my book! I had to beg and plead really really hard and I'm on my way back up, I swear I am..."
The boy reminded Andrew so much of himself that Andrew had to smile. "Well. Go on up. But next time, leave earlier. You know you have to fight with Pince, may as well get a head start."
Eyes nearly bugging out of his head, the boy stared. "Really? No detentions or points or nothing?"
"Anything," Andrew corrected, amused at his grammar correction considering, well, it was him after all. "We all make mistakes, go on then. But I'm watching you go up those stairs so don't try and detour." There. That sounded tough and mean and definitely like he meant business.
After stuttering a billion thank yous and apologies, the boy rushed up the stairs, and Andrew leaned against the stone wall and watched him take the stairs two at a time. He definitely had been telling the truth about where he was going. He even had a library book in hand, so he had probably been telling the truth about where he'd been. Perfect.